A Snowway: A Short Story

“Due to worsening conditions, school will be dismissed at one o’clock this afternoon,” (Northrop, p.15). Nobody wants to be captive. In “Trapped” by Michael Northrop, seven students are left at Tattawa High School because of their decision to wait for a parent instead of taking a bus. They will later regret their decisions as they lose, light, power, food, running water, and heat. In “Trapped” by Michael Northrop, snow symbolizes being captive in order to create a setting, build suspense, and set up a problem.

Christmas Eve, and it is still obscure, and still a blizzard outside. All that lit our petite home was a small wooden stove that was positioned next to the window. The wooden stove was sweltering bright and clear. It was a teeny

To kick off National Domestic Violence Awareness Month, the Pediatric Dentistry of Ft. Myers will host unique snow-themed fundraising event on Saturday, October 1

In 2004, the Vermont Association of Snow Travelers (VAST) requested a land use permit in order to open trails on state land. A meeting was held in the Vermont State Treasury building for the community to express opinions on the matter. My father and I attended in the hopes of keeping motorized vehicles off of state land. In protest we put a chainsaw in my school backpack and when it was our turn to speak, turned on the chainsaw, let it run for a minute and then ended by saying “It’s public land! We pay taxes! We should be able to do what we want!”. It was a drastic attempt to be heard after so many failures: speeches about health risks, environmental impacts and constant reminders of how much land has already been set aside for these vehicles. This experience was one of my first introductions to activism and the power of the people.

I will tell you about THE SNOW GLOBE.It all started when my friends Nitro,James,Ethan,and Break dance Bob and I were going to Snow Globe Universe [No joke]. When we went in they did warn us that some were a default and could suck you in or explode. We thought that they were just kidding until we were looking at one and touched it and we were sucked in! We were in it was England. But worst of all there was a break dance place and Break dance Bob ran off to it. When we finally found him it was 5:00 PM and that meant we were in here for 3 hours!

For my performance, the short story I presented was “Snow” by Ann Beattie this short story was beautifully written. (Simpson and Henderson 143) Before I performed I did my research on Ann Beattie, so then I can have a better understanding that is Ann Beattie, and why did she write this specific short story? In addition to that Ann Beattie states, “ I was only a child. It is often true of only children that they become watchers because they belong to small families and re tightly bounded to those Units… I am continually squirreling away situations that I don’t conscious realizing are registering. ”(WWW.

It was a normal winter morning. I woke up freezing my butt off. The night before we

In the town called Maryville lived a brother and a sister. There names are Brian and Mila. They were so close that they did everything together. They were inseparable. Brian had a best friend named Brandon. They meet each other in the first grade and became friends ever since then. Both of them are always together no matter what. But in a couple of months Brian will be king and then his sister will be Queen. But Brandon was not happy about that because he wanted to be king, but he was not in a royal family to become a king.

He ran to his sisters room and burst threw the door. He yelled " come on, we gotta get going or else we'll be late!" His sister got out of the bed real slow and said in a sleepy voice "do we have to?" "Yes we have to." Matt replied. They walked down the hall to get their snow gear. After they got their gear on they left to go to the park. When they got to the park they notice footsteps. They followed the footstep to the hill. When they saw where the tracks ended they knew someone was up there. They had made some decent snow balls and carried two in each hand. Once they got to the top they herd someone grabbing and compacting snow. They quickly and silently made a plan. The plan was the Matt would go up and around the left flank and his sister would go around the right flank so they had nowhere to

Noelle Wentworth doesn’t mind getting away from St. Augustine to fill in at her ailing aunt’s candle shop. A few weeks in Snowing Rock will help her get past the humiliating memory lapse that ruined an important piano concert—and, ultimately, her marriage to her overbearing duet partner.

These two stories use of snow are extremely different in so many way. Silent Snow, Secret Snow’s use of snow was to show the purity within an imaginary world while Snow’s snow was to show purity within love.

One of my clearest memories as a child was receiving a snowglobe for my fifth birthday. This wasn’t just any snow globe, this was a special snow globe that I had asked my parents for on a family vacation. It was made of real glass that was as transparent and crystal clear as water. The base was made of porcelain, carefully carved with a pattern of white pure flowers and pale green leaves sat atop a pretty pink delicately painted as the background. I was amazed that my parents trusted me to take care of such a breakable object.

There has been many retellings of Snow White but some aren’t that much of a retell of the original story, and some are based loosely. Snow written by Tracy Lynn is in between those types of retelling but it isn’t the typical Snow White fairytale that many are familiar with since many twists appear in the book. Snow narrates the life of Jessica or known as Snow White who is a young kind-hearted duchess without a mother who is neglected by her heartbroken father. When Jessica's father remarries, Jessica thinks she will finally get the mother she had always dreamed of, but Jessica's new stepmother is strange and dangerous. Jessica's stepmother plans to stay beautiful and "the fairest of them all". Jessica's stepmother hatches a scientific plan

It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.